Still a little out of it from how deeply he slept, Alec looked around a little when he woke up. The surroundings were too familiar for him not to know where he was or what he was doing.
With a sigh, he got started—
'What's this…?' He frowned, looking at the severed arm on the workbench. Slowly, with an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach, he turned around.
It was like he had guessed. Monster Milo had lost an arm.
Milo was undoubtedly a monster. He wouldn't suffer from losing an arm.
Alec still didn't like the idea of picking him apart for his research.
But what could he do when Moira had done it for him?
Alec stopped hesitating and cast Scan 2. Figuring out a solution was more important than getting hung up on how he felt about using a corpse for his research.
'DaVinci dug up and studied corpses, didn't he? This is basically the same.'
